A hurried man huffed and puffed as he fast-walked through the streets of the city. He had been very busy all morning, struggling to keep a grip on all the fliers on his person. Occasionally he would drop them. Picking them up was now proving to be quite a chore, given how tired he was from all this zig-zagging through the city. He had considered ignoring the lost fliers, but the boss would certainly have his head if he did, so that was out of the question!

So far the fliers had been posted in many stores, restaurants, and lamp posts. This next one was about to be put in a place that people would most definitely see. Countless people passed this bulletin board every day, after all. The man's chest burned at this point, but he had to press on. Frantically, he tacked the flier to the board, dead center, backing away to be sure it couldn't possibly fall off.

Even now, the man couldn't help but shake his head at the abysmal ad. The casino needed a graphic designer. Desperately. He could only hope that the mediocre fliers would still manage to attract a good number of people to the event, and that maybe someone would show interest in the position. He sighed, making the sign of the cross. Now he would take his leave. There were still a lot more fliers to hang up!

(OOC Note: Hey, Lorraine here! I'm looking greatly forward to this event! If your characters wish to participate, please either post here or PM me. I'm most active on the accounts for Olabisi, Spenst, and Shaiamils. The post order in this thread will be the post order for the ball. Any reservations by PM will also be taken into account. If someone doesn't reply for three days when it's their turn, they can be skipped for the round. I am debating on whether or not to post the actual thread itself early, given that this ball is in the midst of the holidays. Let me know if you think this is a good idea.)

A certain avian doctor, Shaiamils, had been heading home from work for the day. While he did love his job, it was always great to be home. Something caught his eye on the way, however. That flier in the center of the bulletin board was definitely not there when he was first heading to work. What did it say? The feathery alien just had to get a closer look.

Huh.. Oh wow! A Winter Ball? That sounded amazing! Shaiamils still couldn't help but laugh at the mediocre ad, made especially funny with the little note at the bottom. Truly they could benefit from a graphic designer. So many thoughts were going through the doctor's head at once. For now he would write down the RSVP number and be on his way. At least he would have a whole month to plan.

Nyreena was on her way home from work, needing to stop by a couple of her usual supply places to pick up a bit more material for her latest project which was almost ready to be debuted but she needed just a bit more material of a certain color that she had run out of. Thankfully she was able to find it and get the necessary length she needed to finish her ensemble. After that she was happily on her way home to relax and get back to work.

Nearing the place where the bulletin board was she had noticed that there was a new ad up that she hadn't seen before and she got a bit curious as to what it detailed. As she reached it and read the details her glowing blue eyes quickly lit up even more and grew wide with surprise and pure elation. A winter ball! With formal attire! Immediately Nyreena's head swam with so many thoughts of what kind of ball gowns she would consider getting. Since there was only about a month to get ready she really didn't have time to make her gown but she had plenty in savings to go shopping for at least a rental. Either way this was absolutely wonderful!

Quickly digging out a piece of paper and a pen from her purse she quickly jotted down the number for the rsvp, making a mental note to call it as soon as she got home. Getting more and more excited by the minute she quickly made her way to the Inn to start making her plans for the big event to come.

The only noises that came from beneath the Gold Ardeo were ones of thinking and deciding. Gasper had been directed to the flier via the Sanctuary a night ago or so... There was talk of a ball, for the season's change, he assumed, and was asked whether he would attend. While Gasper wasn't busy by any means, the thought of being most likely in a building with a possible large group of people made him a little nervous. He already felt ill due to the pathetic blood the hospital fed him, the last thing he wanted was to go blood-lusting mad at a party.

On the other hand...Free food and drink of various kinds did sound nice, and being inside while it was cold and snowing also was a nice thing. The lady Aya had even offered to create an outfit of formal theme for the event, and while bothering with his appearance left him less than enthusiastic, it would be a terrible blunder to not accept such a thoughtful offer from a kind lady. With a rough sigh, Gasper read the flier once again, looking down at the RSVP number... and having no idea what it meant. The Hunter would remember it and return to Lady Aya and ask--she was far more use to this baffling place than he.

Leaving the bulletin board, Gasper set off to find a nice, warm place to sit for a while, and possibly sleep.

Olabisi shivered as she walked, her hands deep in her jacket pockets. She hated the cold, and she didn't particularly like having to wear pants and shoes, either. Her species didn't typically wear pants, and usually went barefoot. In truth, the alien couldn't recall a time she ever saw a member of her species wear pants or shoes. As such, she wasn't exactly comfortable right now. But the mummy had no choice in the matter if she wanted to stay even remotely warm.

Her partner, Spenst, could see her discomfort. They had been heading out to dinner, and he would occasionally pull himself close to her in an attempt to keep her warm. Unfortunately, the Ectonurite did not give off much body heat at all, but Ola still very much appreciated the effort.

As they walked along, something on the bulletin board caught her eye. It was some kind of advertisement, clearly, but what for? The bandaged alien stopped to skim it over and could not suppress a delighted gasp at what she was reading.

"Spenst! Look at this!" she pointed excitedly to the flier. "There's a Winter Ball coming up! Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

"A Winter Ball, huh?" Spenst's lips curled into a smile at his partner's enthusiasm. He could already see her writing down the RSVP number. "I suppose you'll be wanting to go, won't you?"

The bandaged alien turned around to look at him, the disappointment in her face being more than a little obvious. Spenst scratched awkwardly behind his head. Oh no.. She thinks he doesn't want to go! No, that just wouldn't do!

"Come on, Ola, you don't have to give me that look," the Ectonurite scolded playfully. "Please don't misunderstand me. I'd love to go to the ball with you! Now show me a smi-"

Spenst couldn't even finish that thought before the mummy leaped forward, pulling him into a vice tight hug.

"This is going to be SO fun!" she exclaimed before pulling away. "Say, you think Marissa might like to come with us? I think she'd have a blast!"

"I don't think it would hurt to ask," the ghostly alien agreed. "It really would be nice to have her along. Maybe you could shoot her a message on your phone?"

"I'm wayyy ahead of you!" Ola responded, already typing away on her phone. "Alright, done and done! Now let's go get some grub."

Walking home from his job at the jeweler's Dominick was going slow and steady, his thoughts going to just about anything at the moment. As he did he passed by the Bulletin Board, almost missing the advertisement altogether but with how bright it was with the white background it pulled him out of his thoughts and made him back up a bit to see what it was. Reading the details for a few moments he was rather surprised at what it was advertising. A winter ball? Well, that was....something. He was used to balls being around in the era that he was from but for this type of place it was a bit...out of style.

Thinking about it he debated on whether or not on going, reading that formal attire was required and knowing that all the clothes he had were the ones on his back. He didn't even know where he would even be able to find formal clothes that would like to wear. Then getting a thought he figured that his employer might be able to help him figure that out. Then seeing how he had to reserve his place for the event it was a bit confusing but he could ask his employer about that as well. Memorizing the number with his archival memory he continued on his way home, wondering how this was going to turn out and just who was going to show up to this thing.

It had been a lazy evening over at Marissa's house on Extension Street. Tonight was just one of those nights, one where you were completely happy just eating in front of the television. That's exactly what the furry monster intended to do. She lounged contently on the sofa as she awaited a knock on the door, channel surfing. The pizza delivery guy was supposed to be there any moment. Hopefully, at least. With him he would bring one of Marissa's absolute favorites: Macaroni and cheese pizza, extra cheesy! The tauric monster's stomach growled aggressively in anticipation. Why yes, she did intend to eat the whole thing herself, and in one sitting!

Marissa felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. It would seem that she had a text message. From Ola, by the look of it. She perused the message, her eyebrow raised at what she was reading. A Winter Ball, huh? By the tone of the message, the monster could only guess that she and Spenst really wanted her to tag along. Her tail twitched idly in thought. The idea really did sound fun, but she still had some concerns. What if she ended up becoming a third wheel?

Knock knock!

Her attention was immediately drawn to the door. The pizza was finally here! She quickly got up from the sofa, licking her lips. There would be plenty of time to think about this over dinner.